Slave

He stirs.
A thousand cities fall.
Leviathan has nightmares and the world breaks.

He stirs.
Alive but his end is writ
he dreams of God

Alive and kept to be put on show

He fears
his flesh is food to an uncaring brood
his God is murder
Leviathan cries.

Monster he was made, monster he was called.
They will drink his blood and sink their teeth upon his chest
They will celebrate his fall
Woe and fear, the monster weeps.

Alive but already dead
alone

the breathing corpse stirs



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submission for leviathan rising's dare VI: the curse of the leviathan